"Zhu Qian, we have fulfilled your demands, and Yuelai Inn no longer has a place to survive in the Cang Dynasty," she said. "Do not forget the promise you made!"
This was a cold woman, like Ice Mountain herself, Zheng Xueyue of Divine Lady Peak.
Standing in front of her was a polite young man, evidently the Zhu Qian whom Zheng Xueyue referred to.
"Of course, Goddess," he replied. "When the Cang Dynasty attacks the Ming Dynasty, our Great Grandmaster will naturally appear and will not disappoint you."
"That will be good, otherwise..." she trailed off. "The Sun Family has been completely destroyed—your Zhu Family might not be so different."
Zhu Qian's face changed at her words; he knew what she implied.
His lineage, always under investigation and in hiding, was out of touch with much information.
The Sun Family from the Eastern Dynasty had been entirely wiped out?
A family with thousands of years of history, now turned to dust?
